Little Red cut his foot. After I cleaned it I put his socks on. Later his sock had a little bit of blood on it so I replaced the sock with a band-aid. Little Red said to his sock, “I’m sorry, sock.”
While preparing for our playgroup I was asking Little Red what friends we’d see today. He listed off Jack and Kyra, and with my prompting Logan. “What about the Mommies?” I asked and he told me that Jennifer would be there. “What about Stacey?” I asked. “Will Stacey be there?”
“No.” he said so very matter-of-factly.
“But Jack will be there?” I prodded.
“How will Jack get there?”
He looked about me with a ‘well-duh!’ expression and said patronizingly, “drive.”
Well duh is right. I should have known.